Wednesday, December 28, 2016

On our drive to court today for Chadd's sentencing I wondered what it would be like IF the other family would be forgiving and there could be healing and reconciliation. I tried not to get my hopes up too far. But moments before Georgia had shared that her Daily Devotional today had the title, Rising from the Wreck. Really? Friends sent us scriptures that were of comfort and hope. Our attorney prayed an awesome prayer with the 20 something of us there to support Chadd and Chelsea.

In the courtroom the family had asked the Prosecutor to read a statement. It was heartfelt and moved all of us. I've often thought of the horror of that day for them. To hear it in detail was a confirmation.
Tears flowed. All over the courtroom.

Then it was time for the three of us who were speaking for Chadd to take our turns. I have to say that all that I had prepared left my head as I listened as two of Chadd's friends went first. I just had to pray that God would replace those words with what He wanted to have said. My heart was pounding so hard that it kept getting out of rhythm and then would give a hard re-set beat. I wondered if I was going to pass out. But figured I just had to get through it the best I could. Words came. What I remember most were the intent and kind eyes of Judge R. He didn't look away once! I couldn't tell you most of what I said, but it was from my heart and I think it covered most of what I had wanted to say. Some that I hadn't planned too, I think.

Then Chadd's attorney spoke before Chadd, broken, turned to the family and told them how very sorry he was and that if there was anything he could have done after the fact to change it he would in a second! There was a lot of weeping in that moment.

Judge R spoke. He reviewed the epidemic problems with cell phone distractions these days. It is so true! I'm guilty!! Although, much less so in the car since July 16, 2015. My mantra now is, "Please put that cell phone in your glove compartment before you drive.". I'm totally serious. You may not even be touching the phone but if it causes you to crash even by you looking down at it for a couple of seconds you can be charged. This is what they say happened to Chadd since the text that had arrived before the accident was still unopened. Anyway, the long and the short of the sentence was that Chadd will serve six months of house arrest, pay $6,700 in restitution plus some other amounts, complete 200 hours of community service and will be on probation for five years. Mercy. Grace. And a testimony to Chadd's life of walking with the Lord and the support of a community. The judge was pretty impressed with the amount of letters (60) of support written for Chadd. He had never seen that many for one defendant before.

Here's the best part of the day as far as I am concerned. Remember I was hoping for healing to begin? One of the Kunkle family friends approached Chadd and his attorney to offer to go along when he does talks for teens or other groups about this experience to work together to keep this from happening to anyone else again. She told him that the family doesn't hate him....they are seriously grieving though. In fact, in their statement it said that Mr. Kunkle had forgiven Chadd before he died.
The family wants to meet with Chadd to work toward healing. Prayers answered!!

Our prayers will continue for this process to go well, if the Lord allows it.

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Our family had a blessed Christmas. We enjoyed just being together. Gifts were exchanged with more time being given to the ones that were put together with a personal touch, such as the calendars that Emily had made for the second year in a row. Of course, she kind of had to. We requested them. Not that we don't enjoy the free calendars distributed by local merchants but nothing can compare to family photos. 2016, it turns out, was a rather significant year in the life of our family. While we have all felt we were holding our breath this year it seems that really good stuff still happened. Chelsea and Chadd were married, there was continued growth in careers for several in our midst, I survived a horrible illness that lasted most of the summer and we are eagerly anticipating the birth of Chelsea and Chadd's baby next Summer.

As we got closer to Christmas day I noticed the elf hat on a shelf in the garage. One cannot do Christmas Day without the Elf Hat. And so we grabbed it on the way out the door to Grandma Ruth's house where everyone gathered. Mikey is our usual elf. This year he had a mini me. Well, at least as far as the elf ears were concerned.

Molly made the rounds. She was on every one of the kids laps (except Chelsea's) as the morning went on. Bandit enjoyed coming to Grandma's house too. But she isn't quite as welcome on laps as Molly. Nor does she tend to stay long if welcomed.

Chelsea and Chadd had purchased some treats at Central Market

the day before. On Christmas Eve Molly had eaten one and come

back for more but they wisely made her wait until Christmas Day for another.

It was time....

My "biggest" gift? A new mailbox! Our current "barn" mailbox is falling apart. Mom got us a new one that will actually hold small boxes that currently have me running to the post office nearly daily.
During Spring and Fall I will be able to just pop them in the box and put the flag up and off they will go. How sweet that will be! Winter and Summer I won't do that because candles are so sensitive to extreme temperatures.

This year was a clothing year for Jonathan. In a big way. Poor guy. Next year we will try to go back to fun stuff. Chelsea and Chadd mostly got home decor and a few fun things on their list. I gave Chadd a package of frozen summer sausage made in York. It is something our family introduced him to that he loves.

I found some neat headbands for Emily that she seemed to like. Mikey had asked for an accessory for his gun which was given from all of the parents and grandmoms.

All in all it didn't feel like an "over the top" Christmas....it was better than that. Cozy, together, meaningful and sweet. Christmas dinner was Roast and Ham with the trimmings. Yum! We had to meet up again later that evening to enjoy the apple and cherry pies that mom had made. There was no room in our tummies immediately after dinner.

During the break in the late afternoon Warren and I had gone to the Harrisburg International Airport to pick up Pastor Mike and Jenny on their return from China. What a trip they had. Of course, Jenny was there for a less than wonderful reason as her father was dying when she arrived and had been buried when she returned. We were so very thankful that Pastor Mike was able to get there before her father passed and then was able to spend time in Jenny's home country for a few weeks. We missed them here, of course, but this was so important. As they had been awake for a very, very long time Jenny slept on the way home but Mike shared much about their experiences. We are looking forward to seeing more photos and hearing more. But as for that day we were grateful for warmer temperatures and no precipitation. There is nothing quite like going to an airport in a snowstorm to make you not want to repeat the experience.

And so you can see that we had a special Christmas Day. I'll leave you with the reading with which we closed out our gift exchange time. It comes from "The Singer" by Calvin Miller. My Dad used to read this aloud to our family and so the words were familiar and poignant. Mom read it this time.

“The Father and his Troubadour sat down Upon the outer rim of space. "And here, My Singer," said Earthmaker, "is the crown Of all my endless skies-the green, brown sphere Of all my hopes." He reached and took the round New planet down, and held it to his ear."They're crying, Troubadour," he said. "They cry So hopelessly." He gave the little ball Unto his Son, who also held it by His ear. "Year after weary year they all Keep crying. They seem born to weep then die. Our new man taught them crying in the Fall."It is a peaceless globe. Some are sincere In desperate desire to see her freed Of her absurdity. But war is here. Men die in conflict, bathed in blood and greed."Then with his nail he scraped the atmosphere And both of them beheld the planet bleed.Earthmaker set earth spinning on its way And said, "Give me your vast infinity My son; I'll wrap it in a bit of clay. Then enter Terra microscopically To love the little souls who weep away Their lives." "I will," I said, "set Terra free."And then I fell asleep and all awareness fled. I felt my very being shrinking down. My vastness ebbed away. In dwindling dread, All size decayed. The universe around Drew back. I woke upon a tiny bed Of straw in one of Terra's smaller towns.And now the great reduction has begun: Earthmaker and his Troubadour are one. And here's the new redeeming melody--The only song that can set Terra free."

How thankful we are that ONE so mighty would become one so small and grow to give his ALL for us. To change our fate from one of destruction to one of LIFE and HOPE. May we be reminded of this important piece to this human life we live.

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Every year I ask for people to volunteer to participate in the Christmas Eve Service.

Each year the people come through.

I love how each year's program is somewhat different while

the structure remains the same.

Meaning we always read the same scriptures but may do that

in a different manner. Sometimes one person reads a long passage

or several people break it up into sections.

This year I thought it would be neat if we read it responsively.

This would allow for all of the congregation to remain

engaged in the Christmas story.

Loved it!

Another thing that always happens is the lighting of the final

Advent candle.

This year one of our elders and his wife did that for us.

Jon and Sue are such caring and sweet people.

We have known them for sixteen years now.

It is hard to believe how time flies.

As our children grow and some go off to college the ones who used to

be too young to participate in a big way have become the ones to

participate all through the service.

From solos, to violin duets, to vocal duets they really came

through for us!

Our writer friends, Kelly and Pastor Jack both shared
words with us to draw us to the true reason for the season.

A young man composed music that was then played by others for one piece
while he recorded another piece and created a video display to go with it.
Unique for us but so special as this friend struggles with extreme pain
in his hands and is unable to play live. He has a computer program that
allows him to make the music come to life.
I can't tell you how much I appreciate the effort that went into the presentation
of both of his compositions.
Both by him and by the two musicians who learned and shared them with us.

Some time ago I had asked my friend, Susanna, if any of her younger children
would want to serve as greeters on this evening.
She was sure that at least two of them would want to.
And she was right about at least Josie.
While Susanna had forgotten temporarily about this possibility
Josie had not.
She took her place at the door and greeted folks as they came in
with her million dollar smile!
Oh yes, you may not know that Josie is recovering from major surgery
on her legs and ankles.
And yet....she wanted to serve.

I could go on and on.

Everyone has a story....my friend, Deanna, who has not sung in public in
more than 25 years. And yet, she and her daughter Sarah worked so hard and learned
Mary Did you Know?
They sang it soooo well.
Our Tuesday morning music lessons paid off.
Sadly, I boggled the accompaniment on that one.
Grrrr.
But they were so gracious.
Next time we won't settle for changing an accompaniment we all dislike.
We will find one we love.

Sarah did a super job on Noel.
What can I say?
I'm so stinkin' proud of this girl and how far she has come
with her voice lessons.
She is in her happy place when she sings special music.

Friday, December 16, 2016

December birthdays can be a pain. Just ask Georgia. Her birthday is the 29th. Too soon after Christmas. Everyone is kind of reeling from all of the Holiday stuff. However, Chelsea was on top of scheduling Chadd's birthday dinner. She did the near impossible. She got all of us together on the same night. Amazing!!

Having a large group at a restaurant is always a bit daunting so I called ahead. I was told they don't do reservations or call ahead seating. I told them just to consider it a heads up then that nine of us would be coming at 5:30. And then we found this....on the table.

Okay then.

Our fabulous server made up for this little snafoo.

That and the food.

We really do enjoy eating here.

As I said our server was great. She was the one who took the picture of all of us after I had snapped a few and Chelsea had taken a few. She shooed us back to the table and insisted on doing it herself. That is why I was laughing so hard. Because she was a quiet young lady who had seemed quite reserved until she got stern with me to get me to get into the picture. Tickled my funny bone.

About Chadd on his birthday.

We love him so much.

Happy Birthday to a very special young man!

A hard worker, great husband and

genuinely caring soul.

Today Warren, Georgia and I went to York County to deliver a fundraiser

order to a Relay for Life Team from Chambersburg.

It is nearly midway for both of us.

Since Georgia and Warren are York natives...

and we had lived there for a while, we enjoy going back over

now and then.

We took back roads to see places we used to enjoy seeing

frequently. This meant that we meandered up and down hills,

around twisting turns and past many bodies of water.

At one point Georgia saw a pileated woodpecker and was very happy.

I loved seeing the familiar farms and all that goes with them.

Making me most happy are pretty fences, farm ponds

and animals silhouetted at the crest of a hill.

If there happens to be a barn with stone

I'm especially pleased.

As we drove we discussed memories from years gone by.

We even drove up to the house Georgia sold when she moved

here nine years ago.

It was the first time she had been to see it in all of that time.

Amazingly it was unchanged.

The only notable change was how huge the pine tree in the front

yard had grown.

We were in disbelief.

But that's what nine years can do.

We visited two family farm stores.

Twin Pines Farm Store and Ilyes Butcher Shop

These places have meat unlike anything you can find at

a grocery store. We miss it and consider it a real treat

when someone has opportunity to get over there to pick some up.

I say it is unlike any you can get anywhere else and I mean it.

Each of these stores has their own recipes for these meats.

Yum.

Summer Sausage, Sweet Stick, Snack Sticks and "Golden" Hot Dogs.

Mikey coined the term "golden hot dog" years ago because he says they

are as valuable as gold.

Haha.

On our way back into Lancaster County we crossed the Susquehanna River

Thursday, December 8, 2016

I have really struggled with this candle season. More than any other that I can remember. I think it is simply that I'm still working my way back to strength from this past horrible summer. At least I hope that is all it is. I have hope because I recently became excited about making new candle designs for Spring and favors. I'm also researching new retail locations in which to place the candles and I think if this slump were the real deal I wouldn't likely be doing that.

A leftover from the 2015 season. I decided to enjoy it while I worked yesterday.

Perhaps once the stresses our family is enduring right now have passed my energy will return and I will get passionate about it once again. But in the meanwhile I am slogging on. Doing my best. December 28th is a very important date for our family. Your prayers are MUCH appreciated.

Tonight begins the first weekly rehearsal for our newly formed music team at church. Our young people are fired up and willing to put in extra time to be fully prepared for worship on Sundays. Normally we do a run through before everyone arrives on Sunday morning but this will take our preparedness to a whole new level. That is sweet!! Especially as we are adding new voices and instruments.

It is about to get very cold here! It had to happen at some point. I've been so happy to wear my flip flops off and on up until now. I guess it will happen much less frequently now until late February or early March. haha. I love my flip flops!

Poor Molly got her foot caught in a crocheted afghan yesterday. She cried and Bandit came running. She was jumping off my lap at the time so I was able to free her very quickly but she hobbled all day yesterday and spent the entire night on the recliner instead of sleeping with us. This morning she is limping less but not very active. I felt soooo badly for her. Bandit must have turned the corner from adversary to friend because she stayed close to Molly yesterday. They slept on the doggy bed in my workshop while I was there and then on the couch head to head later in the day.

How are you doing with Christmas shopping? Decorating? I've barely begun. But in a week or so I plan to give it an effort. We have our lists and that makes things easier. Warren has the Christmas decor down from the attic and waiting for us in the garage. Initially the plan was to have the kids come and take what they wanted from it but so far that hasn't happened. Maybe it will yet.....that would be great!

Today I'll be taking candles to the Lititz shop. It was funny yesterday when the shop owner called and pre-sold a candle to a customer while I was on the phone with them. Forcing me to make it and take it up there today. But I don't mind. She has a busy weekend coming up and I often stock weekly this time of the year. I just shifted what I had planned to make yesterday afternoon. For inquiring minds the scent is Christmas Tree. Different from my normal balsam....this has higher notes that are bright and fresh. It has been a real hit this year. I'm considering making a complete switch but may just add it as an alternative to the signature scent. Maybe one more year with both and then....lol. These are the crazy little details I bug my brain with.

O.k. I need to go pour some bacon candles. Yes, those were another request from my Lititz shop. Definitely not my favorite but they make great gag gifts and so they sell.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

While it is true that I passed Hunter's Safety as a teen I did not shoot this

deer. I've never shot one and never hope to.
I come from a family of hunters and don't have issues with it at all.
Just don't want to be the one out there doing it myself.

However, someone shot AT this one just as dusk was settling

in with rain and fog last evening and it came running into the

road and directly into the driver's side of my van.

Warren has the gross photos. I chose to just focus on this guy's

beauty. He was a great buck. I'm so sorry he lost his life in this way.

Here's the damage.

It was more caved in until Warren pulled it out

so that it wasn't rubbing against the tire.

I wasn't sure I would be able to drive it home.

I didn't see the deer coming.

So I was so shocked when I heard and felt the huge impact.

My heart was beating so hard!

But I did manage to stay calm so that was good.

Crazy thing was I had just come from the Chiropractor where I had

gotten a much needed adjustment.

I'll be going back soon because I was so tense

I probably undid all the good things....

It took me a bit to get turned around and back to the scene.

In that time others had dealt with getting it off the road and had claimed

it for the meat or the rack. I'm honestly not sure which but at least

it isn't going completely to waste.

I hope to never have that experience again but was relieved that on the police report

the "other driver" is listed as deer.

No humans were hurt.

And that means EVERYTHING!!

When one stops to think what could have happened in that dark stormy

weather with wet roads, heavy traffic and tons of fog

I consider that a blessing.

And that the deer hit where it did and not my window.

That would have been a completely different story.

I saw what that looks like when I was a dental assistant

and we had a patient who suffered immensely after a deer came through her

windshield. She was still removing glass from her skin a long time after.

And she had become addicted to the pain meds.

It is something I will never forget and therefore am so very

thankful for how this particular event went down.

It was just another reminder to me that we never know what can happen

in any given moment.

Some things are just not in our control.

Be careful out there, my Friends.

Ending with a bit of humor from the scene.

About 20 minutes after this happened a man showed up and introduced
himself as the farmer who, with hand sweeping said, "I'm the farmer
who owns ALL of this land. We claimed another one that got hit
here recently." The man who had claimed the deer stood up a bit
straighter and replied,
"The deer wasn't on ALL of this land.
It was on the road!".

Haha!
The tension was high in that moment
but the humor of that reply hit me this morning.

Friday, November 11, 2016

Long, long ago in a town far away our boys went to elementary school briefly. While there Jonathan made a friend named Adam. This kid was so sweet and we had him in our home often. Even after Jonathan left the local school to be home educated their friendship remained strong.

Then we moved to Lancaster County. We only saw Adam a couple of times after that. One of those times was at Hershey Park. I looked for photos this morning to share with Adam on this special day. That will make more sense in just a bit. But this is the photo I sent to him today.

Adam in the center.

Chelsea, Jonathan and Myself on the right.

As so often happens life continues in parallel universes and we lost track

of each other. But last month Adam found us again.

By Facebook, of course!

While we had pretty much continued on a predictable and relatively quiet life path

Adam had not. He joined the military at the age of 17!

He comes from a family who served.

It was all he wanted to do.

Adam became a medic. Caring for the fallen.

In 2013 he became one of the fallen
while attempting to recover

another.

Adam lost both legs.

He saved his own life by pulling tourniquets out of his vest and starting to put

them on his legs. As God would have it a rescue helicopter landed nearly

immediately because they were already responding to the same first blast

that Adam had responded to.

You know what?

Better than me trying to retell his story you could just read it here.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

In the interest of marking significant events on this blog how in the world could I not post what I'm thinking about this election period and result here? Now, I am doing this more so that I can go back and look at it later than so that you can get all inside my head and mad at me. I'm open to respectful discussion at any time. I get to be the judge of what is respectful. :-)

Many of you know by now that I am a political junkie. As a teenager I participated in local elections. I campaigned for a dear friend and worked the polling places. As a young mom I considered a run for the local school board. A few years later after moving to Lancaster County, I again got into the political world for a season. What I know about me and politics is that I can get lost in it. It can be all consuming and I have to be very careful. So....I try to retain some detachment from the process at this stage of my life.

This Presidential election has been unlike any we have seen before. I have experienced all kinds of swings in my feelings as things have progressed. I have marveled at how far afield our Country has gone....and then have been amazed that the remnant who remained are more than I would have guessed.

I have gone from confused as to whether Donald Trump was running as a joke or because he was serious. Whether he got more than he bargained for when it started catching on for him. How so many respected people could back THAT. For his behavior and way of speech was over the top and very offensive to me. I despised his bully persona. I one hundred percent wanted just about anyone except him. And there were SOOOOO many wonderful choices this time around. In fact, I am convinced that this is how we came to elect Donald Trump. The primary season was spread too thin.

I spent weeks so angry and frustrated at the media for falling for him. It was like watching a train wreck....the more obnoxious he was the more they covered him.

And then it clicked.

Donald Trump is crazy like a fox.

He was putting on an act every time he stepped on stage. He would run a mean and lean campaign by getting all the free coverage he wanted by putting up a caricature of himself. Larger and meaner than life. The big bully. But underlying giving us pieces of his real vision. I started hearing the vision through the smoke screen and it started to interest me.

Then he chose Mike Pence to run as his Vice President. Turn up the volume again. I became more curious. Really? This calm, respected and agreeable man had met with Donald Trump and agreed to potentially work side by side with him? Mr. Pence has a wonderful reputation as a strong Believer. So now we have Dr. Ben Carson, Mike Huckabee, Governor Mike Pence and of lesser influence on me Sarah Palin all surrounding and supporting Donald Trump. I had to pay attention.

The good news junkie that I am I have watched and read hundreds/thousands of hours of news from many sources all through this campaign. There is a television in my candle workshop and it is nearly always streaming news. For the record, you can't believe all you hear. lol

My stomach roiled in disgust when the video of Donald Trump talking in a terrible way about how he "got away" with things around women. I was mad. At him. But I was also mad at those who were strategically bringing these things out of the vault of history in hopes of bringing him down. We were on vacation in New York when a woman came on television to tell us about how a stranger on a plane came on to her. I knew she was full of it when she said that it was o.k. while he was touching her "on top" but crossed the line when he moved down. Excuse me??? Any woman who would be traumatized by this event would have been traumatized by any touch!! The two men who have assaulted me never even touched me. Their words and looks were enough to put fear into me. I have never forgotten it and I never will. The stories of the 11 women who came forward were all regurgitations of what he had said in those stupid moments while trying to impress Billy Bush who was being just as ignorant. I started thinking that if Donald Trump had been the aggressor he had pretended to be there would have been many lawsuits over the years. The man is loaded!! This had to be a smoke screen using his own testosterone against him. Eleven years prior. Nothing recent came to light. I had to forgive when he expressed his regret.

I also looked at his family. Carefully. They are amazing people!! His children are the most "unspoiled" rich people I've ever observed. They all work very hard. None of them will touch drugs thanks to Donald Trump's parenting style of talking about these things frequently. Mr. Trump doesn't even drink alcohol due to family tragedy. I respected both he and Milania for putting their youngest, Barron, first and making sure that he had a full time parent while the campaigning took place. Family was obviously a very high priority for Donald Trump. And it showed.

At the same time Hillary Clinton continued in her muck and mire following a pattern of disregard for the law. Nothing, it seemed, had changed since she and President Clinton were in the White House the first time. Voting for her was never an option.

So....the dilemma left to me was to figure out if I could vote for Donald Trump. Many of my friends were telling me that as a Christian I couldn't. However, I've never been one to follow the leader. lol
Wait! You tell me I must do what? Well, I have to seek the Lord in it before following blindly.

After hours and hours of watching, listening and study into who Donald Trump has been I came to the conclusion that he is a man in process. He is changing and growing.

The names he put forth for potential Supreme Court Justices were quality. He had already chosen Mike Pence. Ben Carson and Mike Huckabee were still with him. Other Christian leaders began to speak highly of him after spending time with him.

He got that our businesses are overtaxed and over regulated.

He saw the oppression of drug addiction that has eaten away at the communities surrounding us. Lancaster County has lost sooooo many young lives just this year.

He understood that loving the refugee doesn't mean throwing wide the door....but welcoming those who pass our tests for being quality citizens. His own wife has become a citizen here through the process and laws established for just such a thing.

He promised to work on our Health Care fiasco.

And so I became a Trump supporter. Not a reluctant voter. I bought in all the way.

On election day I hoped and prayed that others had seen through his "crazy" approach and would come out to vote. When Warren went to the polling place at his usual time and reported lines across the parking lot I got excited!! This was a first in our experience. Then others started reporting the same things all across the State. We had a chance of getting enough from the rural areas to counteract those from the cities who usually take the State into democrat status. Mom and I dragged a tired Jonathan with us after a long night of working so he could place his vote. He was sure it was a wasted effort since we are known as a very, very blue state. But we assured him that it was worth the effort. Imagine, then, our glee when we proved to be right. All of those people coming out really pulled it off. For now....Pennsylvania is RED.

The elation from the morning of thinking we had a chance faded into a heavy lump in my stomach as the day went by. Could this really happen? I mean, Mr. Trump really had NOT put his best foot forward through most of the campaign. He was so often pulled off the important topics. BUT, had he done enough? Had others seen through all of that to his heart and real platform?

The results began to come in. Shock seemed to be the response all around. The commentators on every network looked like a huge tragedy was happening in front of their eyes. But this was not a tragedy, in my opinion. This was the very heart of America speaking. We were pretty quiet for the most part in advance of this day. But we were thinking, praying and many were making the choice to attend rallies. Hearts were moved. Hope was setting in. Perhaps in this man we saw someone who would stand up to the rot and decay in Washington D.C. He didn't make nice with anyone who he didn't agree with on either side of the aisle. Trust me...I'm a registered Republican but I don't believe that label makes someone a good person or a worthy representative. It is just a platform starting place.

I stayed up as this amazing thing happened. Chatting online with friends who were also watching. Georgia came over to watch with us. The poor lady tried to leave a few times before finally tearing herself away. It was a Historic event for sure.

Mrs. Clinton chose not to come out and speak with her distraught supporters that night. However she did eventually call Mr. Trump and concede. I took some photos of the television as Mr. Trump and his exhausted family came out for the victory speech. Loved that poor Barron who was nearly asleep on his feet at nearly 3 am.

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